After drinking a pot, he slowly opened his eyes and saw Yu Muyan lying on his chest, breathing deeply. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

He smiled and tried to reach out to stroke her hair, but suddenly froze.

He found his hands unconscious, whatever he could feel, but they were empty.

Looking down closely, I put my hands under my shoulders.

At this time, he began to carefully probe his whole body, except for his hands, all other parts were unconscious, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not be disturbed.

That's when he realized the seriousness of the matter, and I became a plant waster.

With the fluctuation of emotions, the chest of the pot of drinking violently trembled violently, and finally woke up Yu Muyan. She raised her head and saw that she had woken up with a pot, and was overjoyed and shouted, "Brother Drink, you have finally woken up!"

After drinking a pot and looking at Yu Muyan's tearful eyes, the original frustration was gone, life is the best, what do you care about so much?

"Well, you've worked hard for this time. He said softly after a pot.

For the first time in a few months, Yu Muyan heard the familiar sound of drinking a pot, and she suddenly couldn't hold back the emotions in her heart, and threw herself into her arms and cried bitterly.

This is tears of joy.

"Silly girl, I'm already awake, why are you crying. He comforted softly with a pot.

Yu Muyan stopped crying, raised her head to wipe away her tears, and said with a smile: "Well, don't cry." But, big brother, haven't you noticed anything else unusual?"

Take a pot and laugh dryly: "I'm already satisfied to be alive, and as soon as I wake up, I see you by my side." What more could I ask for? Come, help me up, I have been lying down for so long, my back hurts. ”

Yu Muyan felt a pimple in her heart: Hey, the eldest brother must still not want to believe that his whole body is paralyzed, and he insists that he has low back pain, how can he still feel it?

Holding back her sadness, Yu Muyan sat up with a pot, and tried her best to stretch her legs from the bed to the ground, but no matter how hard he tried, her lower body was still unconscious.

Looking at the expression of drinking a pot, Yu Muyan's tears couldn't help but flow down again.

"Big brother, don't worry, no matter what, I will be by your side. Even if I travel to the ends of the earth, I will find a cure for your illness. Yu Muyan said firmly with a pot.

"Hehe, okay, I believe in you. I'm a little hungry, can you help me find something to eat first. A pot pleaded.

Yu Muyan gently put down her body for a pot, let him lie back on the bed, and went out to look for food.

Drinking a pot and lying quietly on the bed, my heart was full of emotion.

On that day, a pure internal force in the body spontaneously emerged, and the power was extremely great, and with this profound internal force, he was able to fully display that set of mysterious swordsmanship, so as to defeat the Chiyan Evil Ancestor. But what I didn't expect was that this internal force was so domineering, coupled with the meridians that had been hit hard by the Burning Flame Demon Skill before, they finally couldn't bear this huge force, and they collapsed at the last moment, resulting in the appearance of being neither a human nor a ghost today.

I know my own situation best, and the meridians in my body are in a mess now, and there is no possibility of repairing it, just now I was just comforting Yu Muyan.

He knew that in front of Yu Muyan, he must not show that he was loveless, and now he was her only relative in this world, even if it was for her, he had to live strongly.

What if I'm completely crippled? I'm still alive, and that's the greatest gift God has given me.

In this way, because it was inconvenient for the two to stay in the Shaolin Temple for a long time, after drinking a pot to recover a little, they moved to the vicinity of an abandoned house halfway up the Shaolin Mountain.

With the help of Wu Wen, Yu Muyan redecorated the abandoned house and built a comfortable small residence.

In the end, under the gratitude of the two of them, Wu Wen left and returned to Baishui Town, and before leaving, he specially made a wheelchair for the pot, with this wheelchair, the freedom of movement of the pot is a lot, at least they can accompany Yu Muyan to walk around, and the two of them have lived quite comfortably since then.

The reason why he chose to live at the foot of Shaolin Mountain was because Yu Muyan still did not give up the hope of persuading Shaolin Temple to teach a pot of Yijin Sutra, he thought about waiting for the day when the master would come back, and begged him in person to make an exception to agree depending on the situation of the year.

During this period of time, every time Yu Muyan came back from the mountain, she would talk to a pot of interesting things about the mountain, especially some difficult cases that the yamen had encountered recently, and which big family was robbed by thieves again. And every time he drank a pot, he could hit the nail on the head at a glance, and let Yu Muyan relay it to the people in the Yamen under the mountain, and over time, Yu Muyan's reputation spread in the towns near Shaomu Mountain, and she was nicknamed the folk goddess detective.

One day, Yu Muyan went down the mountain to buy food as usual, drank a pot and stayed in the middle of the courtyard alone, sitting in a wheelchair to recuperate quietly.

He constantly ran the internal force mantra of Tianzhao Academy, hoping to recover the internal force that he had lost with his unremitting efforts. It's a daily lesson he does, and while it's not getting any better so far, he's ready to keep going.

Just when he had just run half a stick of incense, suddenly a faint voice came from his ears, which entered his brain, and there seemed to be an invisible magic force pulling him to involuntarily follow the instructions for luck.

This is a completely unusual method of luck. But after drinking a pot and following it for a week, I found that there was a faint ripple in the originally calm body like water.

He opened his eyes wide and looked around, but it was still quiet, except for the sound of the breeze blowing through the branches.

With doubts, I drank a pot and closed my eyes again, trying to recall the sound that had just sounded in my ears, and following the instructions to regain my luck in my body.

Drink a pot of excellent memory, the mysterious voice just now only spoke once, he has already written down all of them, this time according to the practice, accurate.

I only felt that in this luck, there seemed to be some bright light appearing in the darkness, clinging to the surface of the originally dilapidated meridians, connecting with it.

After running for another big week, I opened my eyes and gasped for breath, and I felt like my whole body was collapsed, and my forehead was filled with beads of sweat the size of beans.

It seems that running twice a day is already the limit, what kind of mysterious martial arts is this, it seems to be quite beneficial to my current physical condition. Could it be...?

With a puzzled look, he took a pot and looked up in the direction of the mountain peak, where a few wisps of green smoke were rising.

When, when, when. A quaint bell came from afar.